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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Index to the crunk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rites of Spring,
The Buckinghams,
Desert Stars,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.