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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Names to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
June of 44,
Index,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.