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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beau Brummels to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Vogues,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
Lyres,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
Skriet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers,
Robert Hood,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Names,
the Swans,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.