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 Austria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
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 808 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
Wire,
Japan,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.