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 Botswana and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bar-Kays to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.