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 Monaco and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
The American Breed,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.