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 Lithuania 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Slave,
Mantronix,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.