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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Inner City to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
Swans,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.