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 Guyana and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
X-101,
DNA,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
Howard Jones,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Pagans,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
PIL,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.