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 Spain and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Count Five to the grime 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Motorama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
The Martian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.