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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slave to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.