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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Negative Approach,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
Ossler,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
Anthony Braxton,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.