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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Whodini to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics,
Brick,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
Ten City,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
The Smoke,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
Japan,
Unwound,
Little Man,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.