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 Mexico and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
Television,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
The Move,
Technova,
Harmonia,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.