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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 The Litter to the jazz 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres 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?
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
F. McDonald,
the Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Mr. Review,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
Lyres,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.