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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Arab on Radar to the dance 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Smog,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.