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 Argentina 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Skriet,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
Japan,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.