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 Lebanon and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
The Names,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.