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 Malawi and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Minny Pops to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.