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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Aural Exciters 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Warsaw,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agitation Free,
Television,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
The Seeds,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
The Residents,
The United States of America,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.