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 Greece and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Machine to the electroclash 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.