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 Liberia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fall to the techno 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bad Manners,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.