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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 JFA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
Fugazi,
Gong,
The Litter,
48th St. Collective,
JFA,
Accadde A,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Liliput,
Magma,
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt,
the Sonics,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.