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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the electroclash 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
Magma,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
F. McDonald,
the Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
Morten Harket,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Organ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.