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 Nauru and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
Pantytec,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Niagra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.