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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 The Blackbyrds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Skaos,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.