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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Jacob Miller to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
the Association,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
Black Bananas,
Magma,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.