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 Croatia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Accadde A to the disco 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock 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.