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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 48th St. Collective 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
Deadbeat,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
Ronan,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.