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 East Timor and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Heaven 17 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.