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 Slovakia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Colin Newman to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonic Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.