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 Mali and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Intrusion to the funk 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wire,
Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice 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.