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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
Banda Bassotti,
Brass Construction,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.