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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
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 organ 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 John Coltrane to the jazz 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
PIL,
Boredoms,
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
Ice-T,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
the Association,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
The Index,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.