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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Motorama 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.