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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
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 oboe 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 Judy Mowatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
Main Source,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.