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 Ukraine and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Animal Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case,
Lindisfarne,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
AZ,
Yaz,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.