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 Bahamas and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a 808 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.