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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Cluster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arcadia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
The Associates,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.