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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Siglo XX to the disco 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
EPMD,
Slick Rick,
Hashim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Sarah Menescal,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.