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 Greece and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Saints to the electroclash 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Wake,
Motorama,
Liliput,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
Ronan,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
Scion,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of 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.