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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Finger,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
Bad Manners,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.