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 Seychelles and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Joe Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
David McCallum,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
John Holt,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Goldenarms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.