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 Serbia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Velvet Underground to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
Ohio Players,
Nik Kershaw,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.