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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
Q65,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Glenn Branca,
Skarface,
John Cale,
Model 500,
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Red Krayola,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.