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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Vainqueur to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Starr,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.