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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 This Heat to the techno 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Flag,
Scion,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
Hot Snakes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.