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 Benin and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Minny Pops to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Mars,
John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.