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 United States and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Flesh Eaters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pop Group,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.