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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
DJ Sneak,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.