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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Toasters to the punk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
The Gories,
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
Smog,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
Niagra,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.