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 Portugal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
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 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 The Sound to the jazz 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
The Skatalites,
Theoretical Girls,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
Qualms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
The Gun Club,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
Niagra,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.