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 Brazil and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lakeside to the rap 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
Darondo,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.