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 Colombia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style 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?
Max Romeo,
Nas,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
World's Most,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.