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 Guyana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bang On A Can to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
Scientists,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
K-Klass,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
X-101,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.