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 Argentina and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station 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?
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
Lyres,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
Minutemen,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.