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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Scion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.