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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
JFA,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
Robert Wyatt,
Deakin,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
Sex Pistols,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.