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 Ireland and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
John Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
Delta 5,
Scion,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.