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 Lebanon and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Agent Orange to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
Jandek,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
D'Angelo,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
Intrusion,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.