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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Drexciya to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
Audionom,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
Pole,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
The Busters,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up,
Interpol,
Japan,
Zapp,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.