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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Can to the techno 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.