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 Belize and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
Television,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.