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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 The Alarm Clocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
Ten City,
The Associates,
Talk Talk,
The Sound,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.