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 Greece and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Accadde A to the disco 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
Japan,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.