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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Nico to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.