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 the UAE and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Surgeon,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.