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 Congo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
The Victims,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.