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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flipper,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
Smog,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cameo,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.