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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
Can,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.