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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Charles Mingus to the crunk 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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
Roxette,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.