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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Reagan Youth to the crunk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
Derrick May,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
Blake Baxter,
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Basic Channel,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
The Red Krayola,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.