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 Spain and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Curtis Mayfield to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Darondo,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultravox,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
kango's stein massive,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q65,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.