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 France and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Lou Christie to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Urselle,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.