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 Samoa and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Television,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
Icehouse,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Skriet,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Motorama,
Yaz,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fall,
Ken Boothe,
The Kinks,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.