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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 The Leaves to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Donald Byrd,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABC,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Ronan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.