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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Lydon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Stereo Dub,
Dennis Brown,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
Fluxion,
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
Lucky Dragons,
Swans,
The Slits,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
Negative Approach,
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.