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 Vietnam and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra 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?
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
Quadrant,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.