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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Black Flag to the techno 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
PIL,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Henry Cow,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.