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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 F. McDonald to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
New Order,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
JFA,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.