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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sparks to the crunk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
Gichy Dan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.