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 Vietnam and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Slave,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.