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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang of Four to the rap 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.