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 El Salvador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camouflage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
The Residents,
MC5,
MDC,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.