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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gang of Four to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Slits,
EPMD,
The Tremeloes,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
Index,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
X-101,
Ludus,
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
the Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.