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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skaos to the grime 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Massinfluence,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.