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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
Magazine,
The Doors,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris & Cosey,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
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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.