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 Brazil and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Barracudas,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Organ,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.