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 Mongolia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.