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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
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 clarinet 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Con Funk Shun,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
The Durutti Column,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Ossler,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.