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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Nas to the punk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.