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 Uganda and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mission of Burma to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
Blake Baxter,
cv313,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
UT,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.