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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pantytec to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
Hoover,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.