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 South Sudan and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Slackers to the crunk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
Unwound,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Cybotron,
Smog,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.