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 Botswana and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Popol Vuh to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
Shoche,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
Spandau Ballet,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.