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 Paraguay and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Young Rascals to the techno 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
the Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mars,
Interpol,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tubeway Army,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.