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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Foxx to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Index,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantytec,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.