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 Belize and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neu! to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
China Crisis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.