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 Suriname and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scratch Acid,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Josef K,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.