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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
Deepchord,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Accadde A,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.