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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
the Germs,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
The Leaves,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.