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 Burkina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Symarip to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maurizio,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Nirvana,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.