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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bluetip to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Move,
Animal Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.