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 Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fire Engines to the jazz 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
Unrelated Segments,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Gong,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Cluster,
Swans,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.