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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Mantronix to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Intrusion,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
Television,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quadrant,
Faust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
The Index,
Radiohead,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.