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 Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Adolescents to the rap 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
Index,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
Shoche,
The Sonics,
UT,
Pagans,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Japan,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
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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.