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 Greece and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blossom Toes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
X-101,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
CMW,
The Index,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
The Fortunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.