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 Estonia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
Smog,
Shoche,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
Soul II Soul,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
DNA,
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.