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 Syria and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Carl Craig to the crunk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Gong,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.