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 Canada and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q65,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
Scientists,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.