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 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 The Gladiators to the crunk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
X-101,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Crime,
Skriet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
Hashim,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
Carl Craig,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
CMW,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.