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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Cameo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
Godley & Creme,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.