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 Malawi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Index to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
Yaz,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
The Music Machine,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
The Fall,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
KRS-One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.