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 Armenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Quando Quango to the disco 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
Can,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
The Cure,
EPMD,
Organ,
John Cale,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.