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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
AZ,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
Pere Ubu,
Anakelly,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.