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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
Monolake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
The United States of America,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
June Days,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.