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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gang Starr to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope,
X-102,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.