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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
MDC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Howard Jones,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
Suicide,
Can,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
The Pop Group,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.