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 Fiji and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the jazz 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Index,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aswad,
Ten City,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.