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 Portugal 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Make Up to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.