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 Brunei and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Circle Jerks to the grime 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
Magazine,
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.