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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moody Blues to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
Faust,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
Boredoms,
Section 25,
Hashim,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
The Searchers,
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.