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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Eden Ahbez to the disco 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Wells,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
Deepchord,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.