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 Kosovo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 In Retrospect to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
Supertramp,
Mandrill,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.