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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
Oneida,
The Associates,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
A Certain Ratio,
Can,
Slave,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.