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 Mali and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 H. Thieme to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Association,
Connie Case,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
Pole,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
The Busters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Von Mondo,
Rakim,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.