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 Mauritania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Panda Bear to the rock 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
Peter & Gordon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
Scientists,
The Leaves,
the Sonics,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
Q and Not U,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.