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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
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 Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Grass Roots,
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.