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 Mexico and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
Bush Tetras,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
AZ,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.