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 Russia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Glambeats Corp. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
Porter Ricks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.