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 Fiji and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Glenn Branca to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Smiths,
Monks,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
R.M.O.,
The Names,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.