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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
Zapp,
Bootsy Collins,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
Whodini,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Brick,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.