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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Crime 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
DNA,
Amazonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.