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 Panama and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
Nico,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wire,
Grauzone,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
Faust,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.