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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
Pantytec,
JFA,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang On A Can,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
Amazonics,
Black Pus,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.