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 Kenya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
B.T. Express,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
Kas Product,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
John Foxx,
Black Bananas,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.