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 Austria and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Supertramp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
Niagra,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.