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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
Nas,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fluxion,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quantec,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
Wings,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.