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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
Faust,
the Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Loose Ends,
Trumans Water,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David McCallum,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.