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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brothers Johnson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.