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 Burkina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
The Evens,
U.S. Maple,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
Whodini,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.