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 Israel and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 EPMD to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ornette Coleman,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.