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 Singapore and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerri Chandler to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
The Seeds,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
The Index,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
Tom Boy,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.