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 Antigua and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Television,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.