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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Motorama to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Index,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Ituana,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Interpol,
Can,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
Monks,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.