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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 CMW to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
the Association,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.