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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
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 rhodes 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ludus,
Technova,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Qualms,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
JFA,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.