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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Flesh Eaters to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
Model 500,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.