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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echospace to the funk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.