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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alton Ellis to the rap 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.