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 Brazil and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motorama to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire,
Cameo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.