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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
MC5,
The Residents,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
Nas,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
Au Pairs,
The Cowsills,
Qualms,
The Monks,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.