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 Portugal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Niagra,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pierre Henry,
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Babytalk,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
Adolescents,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Gong,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.