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 Serbia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Zapp to the disco 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
The Kinks,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
K-Klass,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.