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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pagans 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Adolescents,
Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
The Move,
Radiohead,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
The Leaves,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.