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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Model 500 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
Wings,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.