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 Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Panda Bear to the punk 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
The Remains,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
Bad Manners,
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.