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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.