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 Belgium and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.