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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Neon Judgement to the dance 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Q65,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.