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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
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 Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Drexciya to the dance 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.