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 Korea North and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Grey Daturas to the punk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
The Monks,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.