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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Black Moon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
MC5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
K-Klass,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Ossler,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.