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 Uganda and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 kango's stein massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
the Association,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Bluetip,
Television,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
Porter Ricks,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.