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 Cuba and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eden Ahbez to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
ABC,
Aural Exciters,
Skaos,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
The Pop Group,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.