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 Belize and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 The American Breed to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.