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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
Can,
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
Wire,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Velvet Underground,
Sällskapet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.