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 Niger and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
Slave,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
Alton Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
Gichy Dan,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Pole,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.