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 Panama and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Can to the grunge 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
Eurythmics,
JFA,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.