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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chrome,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
Crooked Eye,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.