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 Botswana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Funky Four + One 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
Lalann,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
Slave,
The Gap Band,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.