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 Eritrea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Unwound to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amazonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jawbox,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.