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 Laos and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fluxion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Shuggie Otis,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
Unrelated Segments,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
Niagra,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.