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 Bhutan and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Rod Modell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
Colin Newman,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
UT,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.