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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gang Starr to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Guru Guru,
The Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.