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 Jamaica and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
cv313,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.