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 Paraguay and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Infiniti to the rap 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
Q65,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.