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 Mozambique and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Neil Young to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.