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 Ghana and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 The American Breed to the jazz 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
Interpol,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
Slave,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.