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 Nepal and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Camouflage to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
Scan 7,
LL Cool J,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
Slave,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
The Gories,
the Bar-Kays,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.