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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Lungfish 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.