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 Hungary and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Panda Bear to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
Moebius,
EPMD,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
The Names,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.