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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.