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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
Drexciya,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
Ronan,
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.