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 Eritrea and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Whodini to the electroclash 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
Cymande,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
Jandek,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
UT,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
June of 44,
Magma,
Dorothy Ashby,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nas,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.