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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pierre Henry 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Interpol,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
Marmalade,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.