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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
JFA,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
Rekid,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
Leonard Cohen,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.