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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Icehouse to the grunge 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Ultravox,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
X-101,
Unwound,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
X-102,
Nas,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
cv313,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.