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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
Lindisfarne,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.