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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Talk Talk to the dance 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
10cc,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Can,
John Coltrane,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.