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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Arab on Radar to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gun Club,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.