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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Prince Buster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Jawbox,
The Names,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
Rekid,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Green,
Organ,
Kas Product,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.