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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
Eve St. Jones,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.