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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Parry Music to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
Boredoms,
Q65,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.