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 Andorra and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.