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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maurizio to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
Radio Birdman,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
The Toasters,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.