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 Burkina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABC to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
Hardrive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.