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 Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
The Leaves,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.