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 Palau and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
The American Breed,
The Searchers,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
Simply Red,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
Model 500,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Drexciya,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.