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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Index to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doors,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.