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 Cameroon and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Half Japanese to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
Japan,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
DNA,
K-Klass,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.