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 Malawi and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
OOIOO,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Shoche,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
Pole,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.