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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siglo XX,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.