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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cheater Slicks to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
Public Enemy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.