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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Aswad to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.