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 Niger and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Easy Going to the rap 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
The Skatalites,
Bad Manners,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
Skaos,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.