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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
UT,
Mantronix,
Television,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
Japan,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
Quando Quango,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
Fear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.