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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scan 7 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
Pole,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.