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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Nico,
Lower 48,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Theoretical Girls,
Deadbeat,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
Little Man,
Inner City,
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.