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 Moldova and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Music Machine 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Motorama,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
Scion,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aural Exciters,
Albert Ayler,
K-Klass,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantaleimon,
The Slackers,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
Minutemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.