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 Gabon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
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 808 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 Don Cherry to the rap 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale,
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Danielle Patucci,
Reuben Wilson,
Intrusion,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.