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 Barbados and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Gichy Dan,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flipper,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.