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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Arab on Radar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
Nico,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
Arcadia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
MDC,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.