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 Ghana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Moleskins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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?
Donny Hathaway,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
Faust,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster,
F. McDonald,
the Sonics,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
June Days,
Visage,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
the Human League,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.