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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
a-ha,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
New Order,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
Model 500,
The Busters,
Pole,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.