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 Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gun Club to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
Hashim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.