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 Argentina and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
The Motions,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.