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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.