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 India and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smog to the jazz 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
Vladislav Delay,
The Five Americans,
The Skatalites,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
The Cure,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.