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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
Aswad,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
The Fuzztones,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
Brick,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.