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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
The Raincoats,
Howard Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Faust,
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
The American Breed,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.