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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Erasure,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
Television,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warsaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.