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 Bulgaria and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
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 spring reverb 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 Amon Düül II to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.