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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
The Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Lower 48,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
Chris & Cosey,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.