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 the UAE and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Swell Maps 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
the Slits,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.