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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare to the grunge 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Newcleus,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.