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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
The Busters,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.