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 Greece and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
Lungfish,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.