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 Nauru and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
Organ,
cv313,
Derrick May,
AZ,
The Dead C,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
Flipper,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
Pole,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Young Marble Giants,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.