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 Liberia and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Au Pairs to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Aloha Tigers,
X-102,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
UT,
The Remains,
Rites of Spring,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.