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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 United States of America to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Lyres,
Q65,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.