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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Suicide to the dance 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Icehouse,
Judy Mowatt,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
Gong,
MC5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Television,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
Scion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.