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 Niger and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mars to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
EPMD,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.