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 Monaco and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 D'Angelo to the grunge 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Audionom,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Surgeon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
Lower 48,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.