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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 The Residents to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
ABC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minutemen,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.