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 Nepal and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
Faust,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.