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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the punk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Victims 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 grime 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Harry Pussy,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Marmalade,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.