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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
Bad Manners,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
Pantytec,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.