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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Shuggie Otis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Frankie Knuckles,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
10cc,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
Darondo,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.