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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Bluetip to the dance 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Bananas,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.