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 Germany and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Unwound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
The Fortunes,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
New Order,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
James White and The Blacks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.