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 Lebanon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grime 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
The Move,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Wire,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.