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 Finland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
Heaven 17,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Chrome,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Circle Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
The Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.