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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Ronan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
CMW,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Zapp,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
John Holt,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.