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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Funky Four + One 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
Interpol,
John Foxx,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.