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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick Morgan 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
The Busters,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.