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 Belize and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Glenn Branca to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
DNA,
Slave,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Moon,
New Order,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.