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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.