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 Syria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
Smog,
Babytalk,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Judy Mowatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.