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 Ukraine 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
David Bowie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.