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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
PIL,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Inner City,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Barracudas,
Robert Görl,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.