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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Patti Smith to the grime 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Skaos,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
Cal Tjader,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Mars,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.