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 Liberia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Trumans Water to the grime 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
the Human League,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.