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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unwound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.