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 Greece and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skarface to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.