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 Canada and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Japan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MDC,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Bush Tetras,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
The Sonics,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.