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 Brazil and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Bluetip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
Kas Product,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Archie Shepp,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.