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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Misunderstood to the punk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
Can,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Suicide,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.