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 Niger and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pylon,
The Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
The Fall,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
The Kinks,
The Velvet Underground,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.