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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Japan to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wire,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.