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 Belarus and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sällskapet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.