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 Japan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 The Last Poets to the disco 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
Rapeman,
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.