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 Jordan and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 JFA to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.