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 Seychelles and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Names to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drexciya,
Moebius,
10cc,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
New Order,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.