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 United States and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Lakeside to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
Scion,
The Martian,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Morten Harket,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Gong,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
Reuben Wilson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.