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 Denmark and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.