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 Liberia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Warren Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
Nas,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.