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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Toasters to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
Rekid,
Main Source,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.