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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
Grey Daturas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.