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 Angola and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 John Lydon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
The Music Machine,
Faraquet,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.