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 Ireland and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sparks to the dance 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Panda Bear,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
Television,
The Move,
The Busters,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.