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 El Salvador 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Juan Atkins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Icehouse,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
MC5,
Aaron Thompson,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Nas,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.