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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 The Beau Brummels to the grime 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Smog,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Litter,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.