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 Austria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Order to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
The Saints,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
The Cure,
Ronan,
the Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.