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 Kuwait and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fela Kuti to the disco 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.