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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.