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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Man Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlback,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.