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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
Whodini,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
CMW,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.