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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
Joe Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.