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 Nicaragua and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
JFA,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
ABC,
Accadde A,
Main Source,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wings,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.