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 Lithuania 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tears for Fears,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Grauzone,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.