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 Israel and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
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 clarinet 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
Japan,
ABBA,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Franke,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Altered Images,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.