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 Djibouti and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
Juan Atkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
New Order,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
The Pretty Things,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.