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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Clark Five to the crunk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
Rekid,
the Association,
the Sonics,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.