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 India and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
a-ha,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quadrant,
X-102,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-101,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.