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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nick Fraelich to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Letta Mbulu,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.