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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Archie Shepp to the rap 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
the Slits,
The Slackers,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
Zapp,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
the Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.