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 Somalia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Radiohead to the punk 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.