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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Clark Five to the electroclash 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shoche,
Faust,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
Technova,
X-101,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
World's Most,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Lightning Bolt,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.