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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.