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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Wings,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
The Standells,
a-ha,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
Massinfluence,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
Ossler,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.