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 Lesotho and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
Aaron Thompson,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.