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 Japan and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 DJ Style to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Section 25,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.