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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
CMW,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.