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 Palau and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fat Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
Nico,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.