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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
The Litter,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
The Tremeloes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.