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 Oman and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Enemy,
Roxette,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
Von Mondo,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.