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 Australia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.