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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Delta 5 to the punk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
UT,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.