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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
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 808 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 Graham Central Station to the punk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.