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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Q65,
Television,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
Ludus,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
Yaz,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.