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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
X-102,
Bill Near,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
UT,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.