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 Lesotho and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Loose Ends to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.