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 Tonga and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Khruangbin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
a-ha,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Association,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.