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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lindisfarne,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.