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 Portugal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Lou Reed to the grime 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
Rakim,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.