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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras 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?
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.