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 Liberia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Skatalites to the rock 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
Wings,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.