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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Birthday Party to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
The Real Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.