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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Kenny Larkin 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
Cecil Taylor,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
Faraquet,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
Scientists,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.