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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Patti Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
Simply Red,
David Axelrod,
Radiopuhelimet,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
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.