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 Georgia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Television to the jazz 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
Wings,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
The Standells,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Fear,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.