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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Remains to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
The Motions,
Japan,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
Eurythmics,
The Victims,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
The Monks,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.