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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Von Mondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q65,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dead C,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
Chrome,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
Motorama,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Danielle Patucci,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.