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 Norway and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.