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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Piero Umiliani to the grime 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
EPMD,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
Pere Ubu,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.