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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
New Order,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Black Sheep,
Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
Pole,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.