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 Chad and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grass Roots to the punk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
Kaleidoscope,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
Quantec,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.