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 Russia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Cymande to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson,
Pagans,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.