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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Axelrod to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
The Cure,
June Days,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
The Fall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Oneida,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.