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 Zambia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Deakin to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Niagra,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.