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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
Index,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.