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 Lesotho and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gories to the disco 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
Livin' Joy,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.