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 Syria and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.