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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
DNA,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-102,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gories,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
Smog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.