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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
Pylon,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.