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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Knickerbockers to the disco 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
Gichy Dan,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.