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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Hardrive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
Pagans,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.