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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fortunes to the grunge 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
Blake Baxter,
OOIOO,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
the Swans,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.