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 Uzbekistan 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Intrusion to the grunge 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
Ice-T,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.