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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 OOIOO to the punk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.