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 Libya and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Eric Dolphy 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.