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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 The Dead C to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
Sound Behaviour,
Slave,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.