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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Lower 48 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
Q65,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
Crooked Eye,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Easy Going,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.