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 Honduras and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Nico to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
U.S. Maple,
Camouflage,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
cv313,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.