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 Sweden and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 The Techniques to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
These Immortal Souls,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock,
Roxette,
DNA,
Quantec,
Jawbox,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.