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 San Marino and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
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 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 Livin' Joy to the rap 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
Wire,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.