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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fat Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pop Group,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.