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 Kosovo and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
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 harpsichord 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 Duran Duran to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Audionom,
The Cowsills,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.