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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rod Modell to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Pylon,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.