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 Japan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Ornette Coleman to the techno 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
World's Most,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Clarke,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.