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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Clear Light to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.