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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Stooges to the dance 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sam Rivers,
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.