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 Malta 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA,
Technova,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.