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 Senegal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
AZ,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doors,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.