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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Golliwogs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Pagans,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
Marmalade,
Magma,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.