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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.