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 Haiti and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Au Pairs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
Magma,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Maurizio,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.