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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 The Grass Roots to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
Index,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
Organ,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
Section 25,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nico,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.