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 Comoros and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Maleditus Sound 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.