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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Joyce Sims to the rap 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
Faraquet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.