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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Lindisfarne to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Smog,
Alphaville,
X-102,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.