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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
Sun City Girls,
Fugazi,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
Neil Young,
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.