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 Israel and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Camouflage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.