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 Jordan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Alphaville,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.