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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Hashim 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
James White and The Blacks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Audionom,
Kayak,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.