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 China and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.