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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Dual Sessions to the grime 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
Mars,
Ituana,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
Pulsallama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.