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 Georgia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Parry Music,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
Technova,
Ponytail,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.