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 Belize 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grime 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
Audionom,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
EPMD,
The Doors,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
JFA,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.