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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moody Blues,
Index,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.