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 Bahrain and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Second Layer to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake,
Wings,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.