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 Turkey and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
Babytalk,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Clear Light,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
Slave,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Interpol,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.