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 Zambia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Jacob Miller to the funk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Swans,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.