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 Maldives and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Anthony Braxton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Tremeloes,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
Unwound,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
Smog,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
The Gories,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.