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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Cramps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
Hoover,
The Evens,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.