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 Nauru and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warsaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
The Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
Monks,
Smog,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
Visage,
Second Layer,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.