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 Guyana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Sun Ra to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
The Skatalites,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
Visage,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.