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 Andorra and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Woodstock and Stockholm.
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 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 David Axelrod to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Oneida,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quadrant,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
ABC,
Nas,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Dead Boys,
10cc,
Aural Exciters,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.