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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Todd Terry to the funk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
Technova,
Arcadia,
Wire,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.