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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the punk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
Shoche,
June Days,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Half Japanese,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.