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 Australia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
OOIOO,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unrelated Segments,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
John Cale,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
Maurizio,
the Bar-Kays,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.