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 Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brass Construction to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
Kayak,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Standells,
Can,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
Funkadelic,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.