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 Micronesia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moss Icon to the punk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Lynne,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Public Image Ltd.,
In Retrospect,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q65,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vainqueur,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blossom Toes,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.