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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Knickerbockers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
Groovy Waters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.