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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scan 7,
F. McDonald,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.