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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Mars,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.