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 Gambia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Divine Comedy to the jazz 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Hot Snakes,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.