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 Somalia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rap 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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yaz,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
The Barracudas,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camberwell Now,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.