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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Slits to the dance 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
Public Image Ltd.,
Archie Shepp,
The Durutti Column,
Pagans,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.