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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kayak to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.