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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Gichy Dan to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
The Busters,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
Cecil Taylor,
Organ,
UT,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minutemen,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.