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 Italy and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cymande,
Cecil Taylor,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
MDC,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.