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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
The Gap Band,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
Lakeside,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
the Swans,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.