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 Iran 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 Sao Paulo and Madrid.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
Leonard Cohen,
Urselle,
The Doors,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
Mars,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.