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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
Qualms,
Chrome,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
Surgeon,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
Q65,
Brass Construction,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.