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 Gambia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the jazz 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
Echospace,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
Underground Resistance,
Lyres,
Technova,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.