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 Morocco and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lower 48 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Cure,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
Rekid,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
Sparks,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris Corsano,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.