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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
the Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.