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 Romania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Television Personalities to the jazz 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
Skarface,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.