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 Mexico and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
Nas,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
New Order,
Cymande,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.