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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
The Vogues,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.