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 Benin and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cecil Taylor to the disco 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
This Heat,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
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.