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 Laos and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 CMW to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
JFA,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.