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 Somalia and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow 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?
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
Nas,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.