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 Mali and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Moss Icon to the rock 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
Hoover,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.