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 Austria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Symarip to the jazz 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Techniques,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
Symarip,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Can,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.