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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Divine Comedy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
ABC,
Rakim,
Faust,
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
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.