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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deepchord to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swans,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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June of 44,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Josef K,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.