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 Bahrain and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Qualms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
Ultra Naté,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.