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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 X-101 to the crunk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
Television,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.