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 Burundi and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
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 güiro 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
The Black Dice,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.