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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Television,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.