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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slave to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.