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 Australia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
The Invisible,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.