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 Liechtenstein 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Clark Five to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Neu!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Hardrive,
The Residents,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
MC5,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.