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 Palau and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Darondo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
Crime,
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
The Names,
K-Klass,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.