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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Brick,
Josef K,
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.