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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Popol Vuh to the punk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
The Wake,
Ten City,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
The Martian,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
Hashim,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.