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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Evens to the grime 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
Television,
FM Einheit,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
Monolake,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.