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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Skriet to the grunge 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Zapp,
Hardrive,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
This Heat,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Neon Judgement,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.