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 Mali and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry 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?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.