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 Spain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Juan Atkins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.