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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television to the funk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
Byron Stingily,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.