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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
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 Cairo and Madrid.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visage to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith 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?
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Y Pants,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
Jerry's Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
Porter Ricks,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.