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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
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 oboe 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 Bauhaus to the techno 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.