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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The J.B.'s to the grunge 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Wings,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.