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 Peru and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Negative Approach to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wire,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.