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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Monochrome Set to the rap 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
Khruangbin,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Pole,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
the Slits,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.