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 Burkina and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 D'Angelo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
Suicide,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.