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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Television,
Lou Reed,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
Wire,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.