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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.