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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harry Pussy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
Darondo,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.