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 Maldives and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Smoke to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
Dawn Penn,
Unwound,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.