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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
John Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lakeside,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
A Certain Ratio,
Byron Stingily,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
The Zeros,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.