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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
Slave,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
Mr. Review,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
Faraquet,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
Rekid,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.