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 Armenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
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 arpeggiator 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 Althea and Donna to the techno 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
Television Personalities,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
John Cale,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.