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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
Bauhaus,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
Cameo,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Von Mondo,
Faraquet,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.