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 India and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
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 theremin 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
The Martian,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
ABC,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Technova,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.