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 Japan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Simply Red to the funk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.