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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
the Human League,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
Swans,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.