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 Moldova and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
One Last Wish,
Howard Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
Monks,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.