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 Serbia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Popol Vuh to the funk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
the Association,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion,
Franke,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
Shuggie Otis,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.