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 Germany and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Warren Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
The Index,
Organ,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Q65,
Au Pairs,
MDC,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.