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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Parry Music,
cv313,
Mars,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
Aswad,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.