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 Nauru and from Portland.
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 Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 T. Rex to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.