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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faraquet to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.