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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Half Japanese to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Mojo Men,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
Surgeon,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Skaos,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.