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 Burkina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 E-Dancer to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
48th St. Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
Q65,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.