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 Korea North and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Mr. Review to the grunge 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
Clear Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.