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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Toni Rubio to the funk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delta 5,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Porter Ricks,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.