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 Lesotho 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Susan Cadogan to the dance 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
Hashim,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
Kas Product,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.