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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
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 Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 OOIOO to the rap 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
X-102,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
The Selecter,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.