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 Finland and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugazi to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
Shoche,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Slave,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.