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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
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 Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Agitation Free to the dance 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.