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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q65 to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
MDC,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.