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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ohio Players to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
H. Thieme,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.