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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echospace,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.