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 Peru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Infiniti,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.