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 Fiji 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Maleditus Sound,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.