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 Kenya and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
Grauzone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
Cal Tjader,
Sällskapet,
Hardrive,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.