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 Angola and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
The Doors,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.