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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Eric Copeland to the rock 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
Little Man,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
Pole,
Hoover,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.