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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siglo XX to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Slave,
Hardrive,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.