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 Suriname and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalann to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monolake,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Ronan,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Eli Mardock,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.