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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
Erasure,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.