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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.