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 Congo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Walker Brothers to the rap 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Sonics,
PIL,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
The Dead C,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.