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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Negative Approach to the electroclash 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
Magma,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
Swans,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.