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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Guru Guru to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
Skarface,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.