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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Gabor Szabo 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cluster,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.