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 Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Mars,
Surgeon,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
E-Dancer,
the Association,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.