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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siglo XX to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
Q65,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
Ronan,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.