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 Thailand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Rufus Thomas to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
B.T. Express,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.