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 Japan and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Susan Cadogan,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.