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 Hungary and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Khruangbin to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Visage,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
The Cure,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.