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 Syria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Quantec to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
Ten City,
The Standells,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Deakin,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
Skaos,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.