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 St Lucia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Divine Comedy to the dance 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
Smog,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.