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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
UT,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
the Association,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.