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 Dominica 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sight & Sound to the techno 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Moby Grape,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stiv Bators,
The Vogues,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
Scrapy,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
Technova,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.