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 Guatemala and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
D'Angelo,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.