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 Armenia and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gladiators to the dance 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.