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 Armenia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Animal Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
Mandrill,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Human League,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.