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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians,
Technova,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
JFA,
the Swans,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.