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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Pantytec,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blues Magoos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.