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 Austria and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Fuzztones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
DNA,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.