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 Denmark and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Mills,
Yazoo,
Scion,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.