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 Belgium and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
CMW,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
H. Thieme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.