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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Altered Images to the techno 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
Nils Olav,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
Inner City,
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.