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 Greece and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 PIL to the rock 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear 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?
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Girls At Our Best!,
Animal Collective,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.