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 Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
Visage,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Can,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.