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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Mission of Burma to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
The Raincoats,
Neu!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
Interpol,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.