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 Angola and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shadows of Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Sonic Youth 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?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
The Gories,
ABC,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Bad Manners,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
James White and The Blacks,
Anthony Braxton,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.