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 Finland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 güiro 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 Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
cv313,
Skriet,
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.