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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
cv313,
Jandek,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q65,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
Black Flag,
DNA,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.