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 St Lucia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deepchord,
Nas,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.