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 Uganda and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
Pole,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Unwound,
Radio Birdman,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
Surgeon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.