Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Fiji and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Busters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
Magma,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
World's Most,
Matthew Bourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.