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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead C to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.