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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pretty Things to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
cv313,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
Magazine,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
The Residents,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.