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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 The Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.