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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Ken Boothe to the rock 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.