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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Goldenarms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
The Mummies,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.