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 Fiji and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ohio Players to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pole,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.