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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Dead C to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Gap Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
June Days,
Accadde A,
Scion,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
AZ,
Radiohead,
Flipper,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.