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 Egypt and from New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jandek to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q65,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.