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 Nepal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.