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 Haiti and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T. Rex to the crunk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
Lower 48,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.