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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Count Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
Bang On A Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Infiniti,
Nas,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.