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 Ireland and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
PIL,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.