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 Austria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Khruangbin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
Inner City,
The Cure,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.