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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Supertramp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
Television,
Mantronix,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.