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 Peru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
The Names,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
Accadde A,
Nico,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat,
Lower 48,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.