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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
Index,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June Days,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
Skarface,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick Morgan,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.