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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deadbeat to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.