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 San Marino and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tommy Roe,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.