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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Misunderstood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
Cymande,
Glenn Branca,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.