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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Black Dice to the electroclash 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.