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 Grenada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 The Motions to the grunge 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Magma,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.