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 Switzerland and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
Nas,
the Swans,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
Q and Not U,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler,
Pantytec,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hashim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
Index,
Organ,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.