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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 EPMD to the funk 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.