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 Liechtenstein and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scientists to the techno 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
X-102,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.